Do You Dream of Me

Do You Dream of Me

The rhythm of your breathing
your chest moving up and down
I watch for any sign that you are dreaming
I listen for any sounds

But I see no evidence of this,
of fantastical dreaming,
no fluttering eyelids
Just peaceful sleeping

Do you ever dream of me;
of the passion we used to feel
of the way we used to be
Do you feel the same way still

We aren't as close as we used to be
Our world does not consist of intimacy
Just an existence of predictable peace
No passion or spontaneity